He
was trying hard. Trying so hard. But it was so difficult not to freak
out. His mind raced. Why wasn't he at Francis's, was he at
Francis's? No…. Then where was he? And who exactly was laying on
top of him? Why was he sticky? Why was there cum on his face? Are
those handcuffs keeping his wrists tied up? Where were his pants? Why
was he sore?

Oh
god… what happened last night?

Arthur's
mind raced. He laid still, staring ahead with wide eyes. His head was
throbbing, his insides were throbbing. He felt satisfied, yet he
didn't know why. Now and then he glanced down at the heavy figure
laying on his side. Who… blonde? But not Alfred.. Not even Matthew…
too heavy to be either of them, too muscular. His face flushed. Only
one scenario could have happened, he got drunk and Francis sold him
to someone. Goddamn Francis.

"I
am going to have his ass." Arthur growled.

The
growl was enough to stir the slumbering Ludwig. He groaned, rubbing
his hand against Arthur's stomach. The fingers which had been so
sticky and moist before were now cold and crusty. He grimaced.
Feeling rather groggy, he sat up before looking at Arthur.

"Oh…
good morning."

Arthur
was speechless. He stared at Ludwig with wide eyes before exclaiming,
"YOU!" Shit, Francis sold him to Germany!? What was that crazy
man thinking? Had he switched forces? Arthur began to feel a bit more
nervous. His hands twitched against the handcuffs, but his body
ached. His arms were asleep from being held so long. Arthur winced at
the feeling that shot through his nerves.

"Oh!
I'm so sorry." Ludwig said, reaching over. He paused in undoing
the handcuff, "…You promise not to run." He stared down at
Arthur. Arthur stared back. Those glistening blue eyes… Arthur
frowned as flashes of last night made their way. All he could
remember were those eyes staring at him. He slowly nodded. He had no
plan.. But as soon as he had one, any promises made didn't matter.
His frown darkened with confusion as Ludwig suddenly smiled. Arthur
had never seen that smile before in his enemy. How could such a
cruel, rough, and unrefined nation have such… a kind and gentle
smile?

Ludwig
undid the handcuffs. He took Arthur's wrists into his hands. Arthur
didn't struggle, he was too sore and confused to do so. He didn't
know what happened between them, but considering the large amount of
cum, something big.

Ludwig
stared down at the wrists. They were bruised considerably with both
finger prints and metal imprints. Small scabs had started to appear
on them. A huge surge of guilt rose into Ludwig's chest. He closed
his eyes tight. What were these feelings he felt? Arthur was an
enemy. He was suppose to be capturing him… not… falling in…

"Ludwig."
Ludwig opened his eyes quickly. Arthur was staring at him with a
confused look. "My hands… Ludwig…"

Ludwig
gasped and let go of Arthur's wrists, "Oh, uhm… I'm sorry."
He raised his hands up as if surrendering to the police. Arthur
shifted, sitting up. He glanced down at his half-naked body. So much
cum… He grimaced at the sight. "Oh! Uhm… do you maybe want to
take a shower?" Ludwig's gaze lowered and glanced down at
Arthur's boots. He felt heat rising in his cheeks.

Arthur
was freaking out inside. What exactly was going on? Why was Ludwig
being so nice? And blushing… the nation that so constantly fought
against him and everything he stood for was now partly naked and
blushing?! Arthur felt as if the world had turned upside down. He
gulped, trying to get his thoughts in order.

"Yeah…
yeah I guess." Regardless of the confusion, Arthur knew that he
needed to shower.

Ludwig
nodded. He slid off the bed, standing up. His pants began to fall,
but he caught them. He quickly buttoned them so he wouldn't have to
keep holding them up. Arthur turned to get up. As he set his feet
onto the cold floor, he attempted to stand. A shock of pain ran
through his spine. Arthur cried out softly, sitting back down onto
the bed. He placed an arm around his torso. "Ugh… sore." He
grumbled.

Arthur
glanced up as Ludwig stepped in front of him. "Wha.." He began
but barely had time to object when Ludwig suddenly lifted Arthur up.
Being cradled in Ludwig's arms, Arthur blushed. He gulped lightly.
"What…. Lud… Ludwig, what are you doing?"

"Don't
worry." Ludwig mumbled softly as if embarrassed by what he's
saying, "Uhm… the floor is cold.. And I'll just.. Carry you."

"What…
no… you don't have to, I can walk!" Arthur began to protest.

"No."
Ludwig said in a clearer voice, "It's okay." He looked away, a
light sweat beginning to form on his brow, "I want to."

Arthur
went silent, staring at Ludwig's face. The sparkling blue eyes, the
light sweat on the barely flushed cheeks. He didn't know what to
say. He kept quiet as Ludwig began to walk. Arthur leaned against the
muscular chest, his fingers gripping at the shirt fabric.

It
didn't take too long for them to get to the attached bathroom.
Arthur's eyes widened as he looked around the room. "Holy shit!
It's huge!" Arthur looked up as Ludwig chuckled, "What's so
funny?"

"That's
the second time you've said that." His grin softened into a smile
as he set Arthur down at the edge of the bath. Arthur felt a fear run
over him. When did he say that before? … about what…?

Ludwig
closed the door to the bathroom. It was a very large bathroom indeed.
The bath was almost the size of a room with four shower heads in each
corner. The counter held three sinks and a large blue-tinted mirror.
Arthur ran his hand along the edge of the porcelain. He was a bit too
dazed to notice Ludwig moving about.

Ludwig
turned the shower heads on. The water was strong and steam instantly
began to fog up the mirror. Moving his attention to Arthur, he
reached out. Without asking, Ludwig began to undo the other's
shirt. Arthur didn't object as the man pulled off the soiled
material. Next came the boots which Ludwig pulled off with extra
care. Arthur felt as if the whole act of being undressed was nastier
than whatever had happened last night. Ludwig did it with such
caring… more caring than Arthur was accustomed to.

Once
undressed, Ludwig turned away from him. Arthur reached out, grabbing
onto the other's shirt. "Wait… where are you going?" He asked
suddenly.

Ludwig
glanced at him, "I was going to … go…"

"Don't…
leave me." Arthur pleaded. He felt a surge on uncertainty. While he
was unsure about what going on, he knew he didn't want to be left
alone.

Ludwig
stared down at the naked nation. A light sweat had started to form on
Arthur's fair skin from the steam in the room. Ludwig leaned down.
His hand ran along Arthur's jaw bone, the thumb stroking the
flushed cheek. Arthur stared up at him, the feeling of Ludwig's
coarse fingers were familiar. "Arthur…." Ludwig whispered
huskily before pressing his lips gently against the other's. Arthur
returned the kiss, flashes of last night returning but nothing
forming concrete memories. The kiss was soft and long. Arthur wrapped
his arms around Ludwig's neck. The kissing became a bit faster.
Ludwig began to undress himself while they kissed. The clothes
quickly came off and fell to the floor beside Arthur's shirt and
boots. Once undressed, Ludwig picked up Arthur without breaking their
kissing. He stepped into the shower carefully. The warm water felt
good against his muscles. Arthur grimaced at first, the water
stinging his wrists.

Ludwig
broke the kissing for a moment, "Can you stand?"

Arthur
glanced at the slippery floor before nodding, "I think so."
Ludwig gently set him down. Arthur felt his knees quake. He grabbed
out, holding onto Ludwig's arm for support. Arthur glanced up once
he was confident in standing. Once again Ludwig was looking at him
with that soft… caring smile. He frowned and quickly looked away.
What was this man's deal? But Arthur's thoughts were quickly
brought elsewhere as he noticed the droplets of water rolling over
Ludwig's prominent muscles. He gnawed at his lower lip as he began
to rub Ludwig's chest. The next second he felt a finger pushing his
chin upwards. Arthur greeted the kiss with enthusiasm.

He
wanted more. His body ached for more. Even though he couldn't
remember, his body did. Arthur's hands began to wander lower until
they found Ludwig's member. He began to stroke it, persuading it to
harden. The kissing suddenly stopped and Arthur had to struggle for
balance as Ludwig moved back.

"What..
What is it?" Arthur asked, completely confused.

Ludwig
glanced down at the shower floor, "I… uhm… can we .. Wait?"
Ludwig didn't want to rush into more quite yet. Oh yes he wanted
it, but the other feelings that were accompanying this lust was
worrying him. He had to sort them out before continuing further, "I
should just… I should go." Without any more explanation, Ludwig
hopped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and left the bathroom with
a soft thud of the door.

Arthur
stared at the closed door. He didn't know how much more shocked he
could get this morning. He sat down in the shower, placing a hand
over his face as he felt tears begin to well up.

"What
is going on?"

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